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This weekend I went to Chicago to visit my sweetheart's family, and today we both had flights home. Since she was leaving in the morning, and I in the evening, I had called on my very good friend Fitz to take me out to lunch and help me kill some time in Chicago. Last time I was in Chicago was for work, and Fitz and Peyton and I went out for some great Greek food, but that was a short evening in the suburbs. This was a whole afternoon. Even better, Kristen got her airline to put her on a later flight as well, so she could hang out with us, and Fitz had talked Karl Fogel into coming along as well.

We had a great time. Chicago rocks (except for the mayor tearing up one of the country's best G.A. airports in the middle of the night for no good reason, which sucks). First, we went to the Hancock tower for drinks and a fantastic view of the city. Karl met us there, and we wandered over to a fantastic Armenian restaurant downtown (Sayat-Nova, 157 E. Ohio; 312.644-9159). The food was excellent, and I tried out the gritty Armenian coffee. Not what I'm used to, but quite good. I know Karl because he is the original driver behind Subversion, and I had a few email exchanges with him about it. He also virtually introduced me to Fitz, a story that Fitz tells better, and we've had a couple of occasions to meet in person. But today, I got to know him a bit better, and I have to say that I'm glad I did. He introduced me to the Spatula System for managing who pays for lunch, which I hope to get to write about later.

After lunch, Fitz took us all for a grand tour of the city of Chicago, complete with a history of every building we passed. It was awesome. But it gets better. We're scooting along in his car and he mentions a building which one might remember from the Blues Brothers, which instantly gets my attention (I'm a fan). Noticing this, he takes us to Lower Wacker Drive, where in the film there forms a massive pile of police cars. I mention that we need music, and it turns out Fitz, of course, has his iPod with the soundtrack. So we pull over, cue up Peter Gunn, and start tearing down Lower Wacker Drive the way God intended.

Fitz, you really made my day.